Inside the cottage of Truth in the Mist Core Zone.
“Where did Little Mist go? It used to disappear only at night, but now it’s gone during the day too?”
Ariel, after searching around the cottage, sat on the small stool at the door, somewhat puzzled.
‘Looks like Little Mist has some secrets of its own…’
‘And it’s already mastered basic Modern Human language. With its intelligence, it can self-study the rest—I probably don’t need to teach anymore. So my task is pretty much done, right?’
Seeker Demon said she could move freely between Mist and Deya City.
Since that’s the case, she might as well go to the city to relax and have the nobles treat her to some good food.
Otherwise, staying in the mist for too long without seeing the sun would make her depressed.
Thinking this, Ariel stood up and stretched lazily, intending to leave the mist for a stroll.
But after just a few steps, a petite figure suddenly appeared in the mist before her, slowly approaching.
It was Truth.
Truth greeted Ariel:
“Hey, Ariel, where are you going?”
“Uh… I was thinking of going to the city to get something to eat… is that okay?” Ariel asked cautiously.
At the same time, her gaze was immediately drawn to Truth’s right hand, which was swinging vigorously.
At this moment, Truth’s right hand was holding a thick gray-white rope and swinging it continuously, causing the surrounding mist to churn violently. Due to the high speed, Ariel could even hear the sound of it cutting through the air…
“Sure, just don’t go too far. If Little Mist finds any bad guys later, you’ll need to handle them.” Truth replied leisurely, looking in a very good mood.
“Okay…”
Ariel didn’t dare to stay alone with Truth for too long, nor did she dare to ask why Truth was swinging a strange rope.
She just kept her head down and walked toward the mist exit.
After Ariel was far away, Truth walked to the cottage door and casually tossed the Haki Snake Great Whirlwind in her hand onto the doghouse at the entrance.
Mmph!
Little Mist thud, collapsed onto its little nest, seeing stars.
“What were you thinking, daring to challenge me?” Truth clapped her hands and sneered.
She hadn’t expected that this little snake could instantly reach the same level as her current self by synchronizing their Authority.
Both the Calamity Authority and the Will of Calamity are unique, but Little Mist’s revival broke that uniqueness.
In simple terms, the Authority could only save Truth’s save progress, but the newcomer Little Mist’s save progress directly conflicted with Truth’s.
Either Little Mist synchronized with Truth, or Truth synchronized with Little Mist.
In the end, Little Mist chose the former, freeloading Truth’s Level 25 Priest panel progress.
This made it swell with confidence—since their strength was now identical, it was time to strike back!
After all, the worst outcome would be a stalemate.
So Little Mist, with all its might, went straight for it—opening with a headbutt.
Then it was slapped flying five meters away by Truth…
“Why… even though the Authority is the same and the level is the same, why is she… so much stronger than me…”
Little Mist was utterly baffled, and also regretted turning against Truth so quickly. It should have tested the waters first.
The next period was Truth’s “friendly” interrogation of Little Mist.
Truth quickly extracted the Authority synchronization mechanism and understood why Little Mist had become so overconfident.
Heh, she had to admit the trick was decent—using an information gap to catch her off guard.
But that was about it.
Speaking of information gaps, in fact, Truth’s dual panel was the most broken existence in the world.
This was a feature of the latest game version—even the current gods didn’t know about it, let alone Little Mist…
If Little Mist had known in advance that Truth not only had a Level 25 Priest panel but also a Level 119 Assassin panel, it would have stayed a good snake.
“Hey, wake up.” At the cottage door, Truth patted Little Mist’s head again, rousing it a little.
Seeing Truth’s still blurry and doubled image, Little Mist immediately shook its head with a tearful voice:
“Don’t dare, don’t dare! I’ll never ambush you again! Stop swinging me around…”
It was only after being ground into the dirt by Truth that Little Mist realized Truth’s terrifyingly lethal skills, reeking of blood, were not skills inherent to the Mistveil Exalted’s Authority…
“Do you know you were wrong?” Truth looked down and asked.
“Yes…”
“Will you be obedient from now on?”
“Yes…”
“Good. Then listen carefully…” A glimmer of anticipation flashed in Truth’s eyes as she said:
“Now I order you to immediately use the Face Creation opportunity you just got. Create an appearance exactly like mine. Hear me? Don’t play dumb—you know I can see your panel.”
When Little Mist pulled up its panel, Truth suddenly noticed that Little Mist already had the Face Creation option at Second Rank, unlike other Demon Race members who only gained a rudimentary humanoid form at Intermediate Rank.
This was excellent.
Truth’s Substitute Plan could be greatly advanced.
She continued threatening Little Mist:
“Hurry up! Or you know what I’m capable of!”
“Huh?! Why does it have to be exactly like you…”
“Did I ask for your opinion!” Truth extended her right hand in an attacking pose, scaring Little Mist into curling up again:
“I’ll do it, I’ll do it! It’s just…”
“Just what?”
“I haven’t seen you without clothes, so I don’t know how to shape your body…”
“Uh?” Truth was stunned by Little Mist’s words.
Oh, right.
To recreate her one-to-one, just having the same face wouldn’t work—her body had to match too.
But in that case… a faint blush suddenly crossed Truth’s round face.
Would she have to strip naked in front of this little snake?!
About one kilometer east of Deya City, under the moonlight, a miniature Seven Star Teleportation Array with a radius of two meters appeared without warning.
Then the array erupted with a pillar of white light.
After about five seconds, the white light vanished, revealing two figures—one large and one small—on the teleportation array.
It was Wilona and Vieno, both wearing hoods.
“Let’s go. First, check the Church of the Goddess of Life to see if the Ninth Saintess is there. Don’t lose the welcome gift.” Vieno said, holding Wilona’s small hand.
“Mm-hmm. By the way, Auntie, besides being gentle, what other traits does the Ninth Saintess Truth have? Meow?”
“Traits? Let me think… Cute counts? She’s as cute as you. She has very rare and beautiful silver-white hair—very striking!”
“Cute, silver-white hair…”
Wilona tilted her head.
For some reason, she felt Vieno’s description was very familiar…
No, no, impossible.
That person who bullied her in the mist before couldn’t become a saintess!
Good.
She was already starting to look forward to the adventure with the saintess and solving the mystery of the invitation letter.
Wilona took a deep breath.
Before, she had only chatted and dined with saintesses—she had never tried adventuring together!